This is my blog! I can put down anything I want! Feelings, Opinions whatever. . . if you don't like it then go read a close minded blog. . . .
I'm miserable and have been unhappy for weeks. I go by with the convincing fake smile I learned in my years of theater and pretend everything is okay, of course I've had those few rare moment of genuine happiness, but they go away so quickly that it can fulfill a heart. I want to cry really hard, but every time I try, nothing comes. My heart is stuck and I don't know what to do. I haven't felt this awful since June 27th, 2008, and that was a pretty dark day. . . psh, what am I talking about, it was a dark few months. My poor family.
All I really want is for someone to hold me, tell me everything is going to be okay and just let me sob for hours on their shoulder and just listen to me mumble my way through feelings. . .
I know it seems likes foolish petty things. . .
This is the hearts want ad.
But is that to much to ask for. . .
Don't worry. . . I'm just venting sudden quick frustrations and pains. If you have gotten this far know that for me "everything will look better in morning light"
I'm preferably looking for a male between the ages 19-26, who wouldn't mind cuddling and letting me squeal with delight during the awesome Jim and Pam scenes and laughing out loud with me. I am watching all the seasons and am flexible with schedules. . .
Please facebook me or leave a comment below with your resume and why you would be best pick for this position. . .
actually you don't deserve such a nice opening. . .
Hey Idiot.
I know that you are trying to better yourself, but let me let you in on a little secret: You have to be nice to others too.
I've wondered on occasion why someone like you doesn't have many friends, then you treat me the way you just did and it hits me like a ton of bricks! "You're a SELFISH being, who only looks out for himself." I can count on one hand how many times you have offered to help someone. . .but then again, does it count if it has something in it for you? Helping for your own selfish needs?
You think life is horrid. . . what on earth could be so bad?
I know what depression is, I didn't take the drugs though, I figured it out by myself. So don't treat me like I don't know squat. I actually do care about you, if that is such a crime I can not wait to see what your judgement will look like.
You think you're all big and mighty. . . You're just a boy who is going to lose everything.
So go screw yourself. . .
oh wait, You already do.
With much anger at the moment, towards you:
Laurel Eveyln
Mural Olive Mason Cuthbert, a daughter, a sister, a mother of ten, grandmother and great grandmother to many more, to many to count somedays. Who would have known that this woman of 84 would have lived such a long historical life? As a child I remember this funny English woman who had to have everything in proper line . . . or else! She was a fun loving person, but I would have never guess she lived in a time of hard times and no smiles. This is her story.
Mural was born on Thursday, June 16th 1927. She was born in the Collins Maternity Home, Sherwood, Nottingham, England. She was the second daughter to Jenny West and Arthur Close Mason. She like any little health girl, started to grow up, go to school, make friends, buy sweets, get the flu, and fall in love for the first time. When asked about the first boy she had a crush on she said this. “Ken Taylor (a dear friend of mine) came up with a new boy and said, “This is Cuth.” And my heart missed a beat. Derek Cuthbert was Dark haired and handsome, brown eyes and a shy smile. Tall, slim and wearing a navy belted raincoat with a scarf tied cravat fashion tucked inside his coat.” It’s quite amazing she remembered what he wore the first day these two kids met. They were only eleven to twelve years of age, and yet sparks flew. Their friendship grew over months, so did their love for one another. “All the girls wanted to go out with him, but I was the one he chose.” Although these two had become star lovers, troubles in Europe were worsening, although they were school children they were blissfully unaware of what was ahead.
War was declared on September 3rd, 1939, Mural was only twelve at the time, still just a schoolgirl. “ I remember many of my friends were convinced that the world would end the following week. The call-up of young men began immediately and many volunteered at seventeen. There were blackouts and restrictions, but life went on as normally as possible. Air raid shelters were built at the schools and many people had corrugated iron shelters called Anderson Shelters, Sunk into their gardens and covered with earth. My dad wouldn't have one, but Mrs. Bonnello, a widow next door did, and she said we could use it too. Dad reckoned you had as much chance of dying of pneumonia from going to the shelter in panamas as you had of being hit by a bomb, and he’d prefer to die in bed in comfort if he had too.”
Air Raids started and ‘dog fights’ took place in the skies between the English spitfire planes and the German fighter planes. One time, while at school, Mural was in the playground when action started above their heads. Everyone started to scram and run for shelters. To keep clam in shelters, the children would sing songs and most of the time it would help. Afterwards the children went around the playground picking up shrapnel that was still hot, and thinking how lucky they were alive.
Mural gave this account: “I remember very clearly sitting by the radio listening to Winston Churchill give his famous speech about ‘We will fight them on the beaches, we will fight them in the streets . . . I can promise you nothing but blood, sweat and tears.’” This inspired many of the English and they had become determined to do whatever they had to.
In 1944, Derek Cuthbert volunteered at seventeen of age, for the Royal Air Force. He was originally accepted for Air Crew, but later Derek failed the eye test for pilot because he then wore glasses, but he was giving another option of going down the mines as a “Bevan Boy” transferring to the army of R.A.F. Intelligence. After basic training at Arbroath, Scotland, he was sent to the College of Oriental and African studies at London University to take a short course in Japanese.
On Aug 16th 1944, Derek and Mural had become engaged. During their courting days, Derek would often walk Mural to work in the mornings and then pick her up in the afternoons. “We made lots of plans on what our future would be and he wrote poems, brought me flowers and bars of chocolate. When he left for the air force I spent my time writing to him every day.” These two both knew that once Derek finished his Japanese course he would be sent overseas immediately. So they asked for permission to be married before he went. “My mother was doubtful saying we were too young and what if he didn’t come back? Fortunately we found an unexpected ally in Jean (Mural’s older sister) who remarked, “Oh let them go ahead, they were born under a lucky star, they’ll be alright.”” So her parents agreed and they set the date for May 12th 1945.
The War in Europe ended May 8th 1945. V.E Day and everything came to a standstill. “There was great rejoicing in the streets, shops and factories closed down. Everyone was relieved and happy and ready to celebrate, but the war in the Far East was still on, and that was where Derek was going”
The only way to get clothes at this time were by what was called “clothing coupons”, it is the same as food stamps, just for clothes. Mural had no spear coupons for a wedding dress, however lace was not on coupons, so she decided on a lace wedding dress and wore a white satin nightgown underneath.
“Mother said I would never get Dad into church, but I stayed up one night and asked’ Dad will you give me away when I get married?’ rather gruffly he replied ‘Course I will, who else would do it?” He was very proud when we walked down the aisle together.”
It was raining that morning, May 12th 1945, and continued as Mural and her Father got to the church. But she records “As Derek and I came out together after the ceremony, the sun appeared and continued to shine all afternoon. In fact it was the hottest May 12th on record.” Two days after the wedding Derek went back to his unit and soon flown out to India.
Mural went back home with her parents and older sister, but things were not the same as before. “I was planning, working, saving and making things for our future home together. I wrote to Derek every day and sometimes twice a day. What did I find to write about? I just wrote as if I were talking to him. I started numbering our letters because there would be weeks when I wouldn’t receive anything, and then three of four would arrive together. It was a record when Derek’s mail caught up with him in Hong Kong, and he received about sixty two letters over two days . . .I used to stand outside at nights looking at the moon and stars and wondering if Derek could see the same constellations, and whispering my love for him on the wind hoping he would her them.” In Aug 1945, American’s dropped the Atomic Bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Derek had then became involved in guiding the Japanese planes in for their Generals to sign the surrender pact. Name the began to be drawn to see who could go home on mid-tour leave. Derek’s turn finally came in November, and with over joy-meant, Mural and Derek began to count the days to his return.
Mural gives this account on his return home; “I remember very vividly waiting for him at the Midland Station. The train he had said to meet came and went, lots of servicemen got off, but no Derek. I walked up and down the platform and up the stairs to the entrance, but no sign of him anywhere. I asked a porter when the next rain was due in from London and he said ‘Not until eight o’clock’ so I thought I’d just wit there even though it was another two hours. Something later I saw a man in F.A.F uniform run down the stairs as the far end of the platform, say something to another porter then turn and run back up. I couldn’t see his face properly in the lamplight, but I started to run after him and follow him where he was getting into a taxi. I still could not see his face, but I tapped him on the shoulder and said ‘Derek?’ Immediately he spun round, we looked at each other and fell into each others arms for a long embrace.”
These two were so happy and promised never to leave each other sides again. And they never did. Anywhere one of them had to go, the other one followed. From Africa to Scotland, these two travelled and saw the world together. On April 7th 1991, they stopped following each other, for Derek Cuthbert slipped into a coma and passed away. Mural is still alive, keeping everything in order. She is still strong, in a struggling world.
The story of Derek and Mural Cuthbert is one that many would not believe. The belief in love, true love has seemed to vanish in this world and lust and greed has taken it's place. I adore their story and the many more stories they shared together. Love is real, love is good, love hurts, love is healing. . . Their story is all of Love. "The course of true love never did run smooth"
How lucky we are to have these beautiful places of God here on this Earth.
The testimony that have grown for these youth who don't have temples in their Countries and are finally get to see this one in the Ukraine. How just in the video you can even feel the spirit that they have felt just being in the presence of the Temple and our Prophet and being able to gain great, strong testimonies, and they share theses testimonies though world, dance, song and celebrate of the beautiful work that takes place in the Temple as well as this great gospel.
How lucky we are, those of us who live near Temples, especially when you live in the Salt Lake Valley and in 30 minutes can be with in one of the six temples that surround us.
I simply love the temples that I see. I love that I can go to the top story of my parents house and be able to see the Jordan, Oquirrh and Draper Temple in two different windows. I'm thankful I can do work in them and find joy and peace and answers while there too.
Visit a Temple this week. Sit on it's grounds if you can not go in and feel the love of our Heavenly Father that radiates around them. Ponder, pray, love, listen, remember that no matter who you are, that Heavenly Father loves you and knows you by name and everything that makes you, you, for he loves you for EVERYTHING you are and is always there for you.
